Kept my backpack closeby in those ‘younger days’ always searching for
that elusive something. Then ‘it’ found me.
Perfect photos (empty well used railroad cars) to illustrate the emptiness of searching
before discovering the fullness of being
marvelous post Hedy.
OM Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Stunning colors and textures, Hedy. It is amazing to think human beings have produced such tactile wonders over the years–the impressed curves and rivet heads of suitcase buckles, the modularity of chain links, the flat tableau of peeling paint, the weft of cushions and the smooth, hard tops of tray tables. And the color! Makes me think our world today is so much more rooted in glass and plastic. Our confused modernity, perhaps. Our fixation on smooth and unblemished ideals. Every picture here speaks to me of what works, what is comfortable, what is familiar…

when my father came to Canada he worked on the trains for a bit…I’ve only travel once here from Calgary to Vancouver when I was 18 and left home…I had a room and I still remember the best sleep ever 🤓 traveling on trains in other countries has always been fun for me…I like the pace …thanks kindly for your comments 🙏 appreciated hedy 😀

It’s a cool place all restoration Terry and it’s great to see some his/herstory being preserved…it’s run by volunteers so it’s pretty cool for sure 🤓 back in etown now…lots to do again…life is good! Hope your days are treating you well Terry ☀️☺️